Wednesday, July 11, 2007

The real film will be nothing like this.

I stumbled across the Chris Columbus Indy4 script. Here is little bit that gave me a chuckle:

THE MOORS - SEVERAL MINUTES LATER

NIGHT has fallen. It is very DARK. A RELUCTANT Indiana has joined the
Inspector and the other Policemen. They LEAD the townspeople along the
foggy moors. Slowly, carefully, the villagers SEARCH... CREEPING...
their faces tense, many unable to hide their FEAR. A summer wind sends
an eeire HOWL whistling through the night air. Blue MOONLIGHT bathes
the moors, creating stark, frightening shadows.

An expression of ANGER and ANNOYANCE cover Indiana's face. He GRUMBLES
to MacGowan.

INDIANA
Do you value our friendship, Mac?

MACGOWAN
More than me' nightly pint.

INDIANA
Then this better not be some wild
goose chase...

MACGOWAN
T'ain't wild geese we're after,
Doctor Jones. You got me' word on
that...
(sincere)
...and a MacGowan's word is truer
than an angel's kiss!

There is a sudden SCREAM! One of the villagers STUMBLES UPON
something. Everyone GATHERS around the villager.

A CORPSE lies before them. The body has a somewhat rubbery appearance,
as if all of its bones had been BROKEN. The man's pale, greenish face
is FROZEN in a hideous grimace. Indiana and MacGowan STARE in shock.
The villagers WHISPER among themselves.

YOUNG MAN
Scotty Ferguson.

OLD WOMAN
He's the eighth.

MAN
Just like the others...all his bones
busted...crushed...

OLD MAN
Whatever's killin' people around
here ain't human.

If you actually want to read this fine fine rejected script click on the title of this post.

1 comment:

Luke said...

I just hope we find out what happened to Short Round.